A Bunch of Horror Stories

episode 78 (crazy guy and a name )

Often I choose to smile and not cry, actually just because I can't explain why I want to cry. Not infrequently I choose to be quiet and not tell stories, just because I am not sure if there is still a reason for me to be able to just whisper even if only in the heart. Sometimes I ask in my heart, should a row of reasons accompany every attitude and action? Shall I explain all that I have been, am and want to do for some reason?

Today, I want to do what excites my heart. Nothing more. Without explaining why I do this.

I quietly went to open the empty room again. At first it was a little difficult, because the door lock had started to rust. I tried a few times, but I always failed. The door opened when I used my strength a little. From the door that had opened, faintly, light crept into that empty space. While from the inside, air stuffy mixed with dust poking out onto my body. I hesitated a little to get into that room.

The insolent! Suddenly a herd of bats shot out from inside the room. My heart is beating fast. His voice echoed along the corridor. I waited, just in case there was still a herd of bats coming out.

There aren't. I put a step into that empty space.

Although not so confident, I continued to go deeper and deeper. Moist air greeted me. I was silent, resigned to what was going to happen. Let me take a look as far as I can go. With more attention, I tracked each side and corner of the empty space. My eyes kept watching the situation around me. The empty space was still the same as when I left it. It's just now so slow, stuffy and dusty. In the corners have also been nesting spiders and other insects. Some flying insects, maybe scared to know my arrival. But it made my heart beat faster. I'm getting anxious.

I was in the middle of that empty room. I close my eyes, try to calm my mind. I try to enjoy the seconds in silence and without thought. Blank. Over time I began to feel like there was a flap of wings around me. At first one flap, then two flaps, then three. six. ten. more and more, until I myself do not know exactly how much. All I know is, I really feel those wings flying around me. It felt so close, even several times like touching my skin. So real.

Increasingly, the flapping of the wings was even able to evoke an unusual air; it was cold, yet soothing. Eve memories fly. I breathed that. One by one the long-buried memories rose again.

That reason was in that empty space…!

I opened my eyes. I search all around me.

To the window, I ran. I'm flipping the curtain. In a flash, sunlight scattered in filled the empty space. Dust flew inescapably. Quickly, with my arms protect my eyes from the blinding rays of the sun and the flying dust. My eyes are a little blurry. Only after a while, I could see back clearly.

It turns out there's still. Still as it used to be. The reason was still written there, in the dusty glass window. I was stunned to see him. All at once, the memories of him reappeared, flying around me. I was still stunned.

Today, before I left, with my index finger I made clear again the inscription on the dusty glass window. I decided not to close the window curtain, so that someday, if I return again, that reason was the first I found.

On the dusty glass window, his name was written